Things have never seemed quite the same since that_ TOTP_ incident with Richard Bacon introducing The Magic Numbers and making some cheap jibe about their size. It’s not that important, is it? Just means they can’t cartwheel across the stage...

Not that The Magic Numbers need to: they make some gloriously sunny, radio-friendly, melodious songs that make you dream of line dancing in barns and drinking mead. And _‘Take A Chance’ _is no exception. Coming in at a bitesize three-thirty-five, quite clearly the quartet are on a world-domination mission and aren’t going to hang their clogs up until everyone is singing their songs in the shower. This is evident from their end of 2006 tour, one that sees them take over some of the UK's larger venues.

‘Take A Chance’ opens with pretty joyous female vocal "oohs" and "aahs" developing into main man Romeo’s (even his name is gushing) spiel on dancing and what you’re gonna do when she turns around. In this case it would be smiling and sickeningly gazing, dreamily, into her eyes and pretending that for three mintues everything was a-okay in a _Sesame Street _kind of way. Yes, it is inane and a tad annoying; but if this came on at 6am in the morning, on your alarm clock, it would equal a good start to the day.